Hut Hopping

Last night my sis and I attended the Christkindlmarkt near her home. It was a step up from Denver’s, I’ll tell you that! Same general idea but much nicer than the Civic Center Park display.

The area had three cute little warming huts which could host six people comfortably. It was cold. Thus, my sister and I invited ourselves into two different barrel-shaped huts with two different families at two different moments between freezing our buns off. We enjoyed our food with the first family and shared cheerful banter. After ducking through the circular entrance (think Hobbit house size) we went out in search of a true German Christmas drink – bier.

Walking around and finding ourselves chilled yet again, (who drinks an ice cold beer in freezing temperatures?) we found some new people to entertain. I’m pretty sure they were delighted with our appearance in their hut. It was quite cozy, so we stayed after they left and kept inviting others to join us, with one couple willing to gamble on our kind gesture.

People asked us how they could get a hut like ours, assuming you rented them or acquired them through an elaborate scheme.

“We just wormed our way into people’s hearts.” Off we go to worm our way into the hearts of fellow travelers!